Quotes About Time

Someday, you'll understand.

great drummer, you've got more than 50 percent of it right there. It's like the frame of a house. Kenny keeps really good time—at times it's perfect time. But his style, his feel—he's a little bit ahead, yet the hi-hat is right on the money. That feel is what I love. It's got kind of a lean to it, and that's what rock and roll is.

Awake, awake, you that sleep. Open your eyes, stand on your feet, and behold and see what a sea of blood and wrath is here!" See and believe; believe and consider; consider and fear; fear and fly; and make haste in your work. Your work is great and mighty; diversions are many; adversaries are strong; your strength is small; your time is short; your account is great. Death and judgment are at the door. Therefore, up and be doing, now or never.

Time is compared to golden sands running between two eternities, and 'tis an infinite mercy they are still running, that you have a day to work out your salvation, to agree with your adversary while he is in the way [Matt. 5:25; Phil. 2:12]--namely, to make up the breach between God and your soul (Rev. 2:21).

A work of infinite moment depends on a moment of time.

The main thing experience has taught me is that one has to sort of hone their relationship to time, you know.

The marketing mix consists of the types and amounts of controllable marketing-decision variables that a company uses over a particular time period. Commonly referred to as the "four Ps," these variables are:

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

Memory heaps dead leaves on corpse-like deeds, from under which they do but vaguely offend the sense.

everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ...

I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...

every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...

strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...

time begins when we awaken and ends when we fall asleep...

have you been waiting all this time, faithful as always, my Life?...

I've decided ... love is an eternity of slow motion replays ...

The book of the hours - Tres Riche Heures - what did it matter when I had you?...

Twice today I've got to play Hamlet, this great part that I shall never play again. And I can't do it today. I could do it tomorrow, or next week, but I can't do it now.

And all that lay ahead of them was the future.

He heard you in the chapel and gave you more time to make things better. Time to say what you needed to say, do what you needed to do. It wasn't a joke! It was divine mercy, and you blew it! You were given what billions of people beg for, and you have the audacity to be angry about it?

My happiness is like this sand: I let it run out of my hand.

Most autumns, the water is low from the long dry summer, and you have to get out from time to time and wade, leading or dragging your boat through trickling shallows from one pool to the long channel-twisted pool below, hanging up occasionally on shuddering bars of quicksand, making six or eight miles in a day's lazy work, but if you go to the river at all, you tend not to mind. You are not in a hurry there; you learned long since not to be.

He was also a good friend and an old one and the best kind of company.

It takes time for the habit of people to wear off of you